Yesterday, I made a huge mistake at work that caused me to have quite a panic attack and hours of distress. So I figured I’d write a little blog post about the experience, how I felt, and what I can do in the future to handle a similar situation better.
I have held onto this identity for so many years: the depressed girl struggling with anxiety and disordered eating. For so long, it ate up my entire being. My days were infiltrated with disordered thoughts and my depression kept me in bed every second I wasn’t at school.
Hey guys! My little journey to stop biting and picking my nails is off to a great start.
**This post is a combination of a post written on Dec. 11 and a post written on Jan. 8**
When I was in high school, I was incredibly into and good at baking. I watched Food Network constantly (and I still do) but I also baked constantly. It was something I had fun doing and actually was pretty good at – I would bring my baked goods to school and share with friends or bring my baked goods to family events.